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"Okay, place your feet on top of mine. I'm gonna lead." Isabeau chuckles as Eugene's bare feet stand on top of Isabeau's own bare feet.
"But I always thought the men lead?" Eugene asks, speaking over Frank Sinatra as it plays in Bobby's living room.
Isabeau laughs, moving her feet slowly to the beat of the song, holding Eugene in her arms as his own arms latch around her waist, "Well, for the most part they do, but I need to teach you how to dance first before you even begin thinking about leading."
Sam leans against the doorway, watching Isabeau and Eugene with a fond smile. Isabeau was always full of surprises, despite knowing her since they were children, Isabeau always had some new talent up her sleeves.
"Did Nanna teach you? She's teaching Alphonse." Eugene asks. When Alphonse turned 13, their Nanna immediately started teaching Alphonse different ballroom dances.
Isabeau smiles, "I…" She trails off.
"Come here, sugarplum. Place your feet on top of mine." A man laughs as little 8-year-old Isabeau places her bare feet on top of his own.
Isabeau giggles as the man sways along to the music, taking Isabeau with him, "Your feet are cold, Uncle!"
The man laughs, "And yours are warm, sugarplum."
Isabeau furrows her brow, her mind fishing out a memory that she didn't even remember. "She taught me most of it." Isabeau didn't know why she said that. She was certain that her Nanna taught her everything she knows… Didn't she?
Isabeau shakes her head and smiles, "Nanna will be teaching you next year when you turn 13. The same thing for Dion in three more years."
"Gene! Come here, kid!" Bobby yells from the kitchen. Bobby was a fairly decent cook, and with Eugene getting better at cooking, Bobby has let Eugene help him out with making dinner for all of them.
Eugene smiles, "Coming, Gramps!" Eugene pulls away from Isabeau and runs to Bobby.
Isabeau turns and playfully frowns at Sam, "My dance partner left me."
Sam chuckles, pushing off from the doorway and walks over to Isabeau, placing his hands on her waist, "I hope I will suffice?"
Isabeau smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies up against each other, "I think you'll be just fine."
Sam smiles softly and the two stare at each other in silence as they sway along with the music. Sam, being the tall giant that he is, he was always a little awkward when it came to a simple dance. But with Isabeau's little pointers, he was able to do the basics.
"We still need to talk, you know." Isabeau says, breaking the silence.
Sam glances down, "Should I be worried?"
Isabeau chuckles, shaking her head, "No. Just… need to clear the air I guess." Isabeau pauses, taking a second to think about how she said her next words.
"I know that you and Dean are on edge lately with John passing away. And with the Colt missing and yellow-eyes somewhere out there. I just don't want the both of you to take a step back and not go into this guns blazing." Isabeau bites her lip, "I know what that feels like and you lose yourself in that anger."
Sam doesn't say anything, letting Isabeau continue. He knew that she was right, that they couldn't just jump into the fight. They needed time and patience for the right moment.
"But besides that… I'm worried about the both of you." Isabeau's fingers play with the back of his hair, "Sam, like I said before and I'll say it again. I want you to do what you want when this is all over. Go back to college. Hell, if you don't want to stay at college and do online schooling, I'll support you. Help you."
"What about you?" Sam asks, moving his hands so that his arms were fully encircled around her waist, "When we're done, will you do what you want? Get that job?"
Isabeau shrugs, "Maybe… I don't know. Might hunt here and there, still need answers, Sam. Who brought me back? Why does every demon that we come across say that I'm special? My powers changing? And this whole 'Mother' thing."
Isabeau then smiles, "But even with the occasional hunt here and there, I still want all three of us to be together. Maybe…" Isabeau takes a breath, "Get a place for ourselves. Just us three?"
Sam smiles, not believing what he was hearing, "A place? Our own place for the three of us?"
Isabeau chuckles at his bubbling excitement, "I mean, we've all practically lived with each other for the past year, hoping from motel to motel. The only difference is we call it home. Make it ours… Of course after we kill yellow-eyes."
Sam leans down to place his lips on Isabeau's. His lips part her own, and both of them hum contently. "I see that you like that idea." Isabeau says, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.
"I love it." Sam simply says, his hands roaming underneath the back of Isabeau's shirt. "What about Dean?"
Isabeau furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"
Sam sighs, "I mean, Dean might not stop hunting."
Isabeau shrugs, "If that's what Dean wants, I'm not gonna stop him. Though if he decides to do the same things as me, would it really be that bad?"
"Well, no but..." Sam trails off.
"I know, I want Dean to step away from hunting too, but deep down I know he won't stop. Maybe slow down, but not stop." Isabeau explains, "But that's something I need to talk to him about."
Isabeau smiles softly, "I can't give you one hundred percent normal, Sam. But I can try and maybe give you fifty percent?"
Sam chuckles, "I've learned that normal isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'll take your supernatural ways any day… with a side of having a home to call our own."
Isabeau smiles, "Sounds good to me."
At the sound of someone clearing their throat, Sam and Isabeau turn their heads towards the archway to see Dean. "May I, uh, cut in?" Dean asks his brother.
Sam smiles weakly with a nod and pulls away from Isabeau. While walking past his brother, he pats him on the shoulder and heads to the kitchen to Bobby and Eugene.
Dean watches Sam go, before turning his head towards Isabeau, "Forgive me, but I don't know if I can hold a match to your dancing skills."
Isabeau chuckles as Dean walks over to her. He places an arm around her waist and holds Isabeau's hand in the other, pulling it into his chest. Isabeau's free hand rests on Dean's shoulder, and the two fall into a small dance, swaying just like Sam and Isabeau were moments before.
"Oh hush, I can count the numerous times I've caught you dancing by yourself." Isabeau smiles.
Dean playfully glares at her, "We agreed not to mention that." He chuckles as she lightly slaps his shoulder.
Dean stares down at Isabeau with soft eyes. He wondered how he got so lucky. He could feel his heart beating against his chest just by simply looking at Isabeau. "So…" Dean trails off.
"So…?" Isabeau echoes him.
He huffs, "So, this talk."
Isabeau nods with a hum, "Nothing big, but… I already told Sam to take a step back from trying to find yellow-eyes. I don't want us running around like chickens with their heads cut off. What we're stepping into is dangerous and we can't afford to make any… mistakes."
Isabeau sighs at her choice of words, "What I mean is that, I don't want any of getting hurt by jumping into this when we're not ready."
"And I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything you need. I understand that you're not as open about your feelings as Sam is, and I know it takes time, but I'm all ears whenever you're ready." Isabeau pauses in the middle of her little speech, letting it all sink in for Dean.
Dean leans forward and presses his forehead against Isabeau, taking a breath, "I'm just lost." He says quietly as if someone was going to walk in on their private conversation.
"I'll help you, Dean. I always will." Isabeau says in a whisper.
Dean chuckles softly, "You're already helping me, Beau."
"How?"
Dean slows his swaying, "By being with me... Holding me."
Isabeau's hand that was resting on his shoulder, slowly makes its way to cup Dean's cheek, caressing it with her thumb softly. Everything seems to drown out around them; the music sounded so far away from them, the living room they were standing in was blurred in their vision, only their faces were in focus.
No longer could they feel the floor underneath their feet, or smell the food that drifted from the kitchen into the room. All they could feel was each other, everything else was obsolete.
Dean moves his arm, still holding onto Isabeau's hand, pulling it behind her back, and holding Isabeau's body close to his.
"Did you really mean what you said? About getting a home to call our own?" Dean asks. He caught the tail end of Isabeau and Sam's conversation.
Isabeau takes a breath, "Why would I lie about something like that? I meant it, Dearie. Every single word." She says softly.
Dean's lips softly brushed up against hers, "I love you." Dean whispers out, as if it were a secret for only Isabeau to hear. Isabeau never heard Dean say it much, he was more of a man of showing his affection than telling her how he felt, but he had his moments.
Isabeau's eyes flutter shut as their lips touch, she parts her lips, letting Dean take whatever he wanted from her as she did the same to him. Her hand threads through his short hair as Dean slightly lifts her body, making her stand on her toes.
Hunting or no hunting, when things we're all said and done, Sam and Dean only had one thing on their minds. That one day they were going to settle down with Isabeau, no matter how long it would take to get there.
"Mom and Dad are picking you up tomorrow, right?" Isabeau asks, picking up stray books that were scattered around the room that Eugene was staying in.
Eugene nods from his bed, "Around noon. Mom said we're going to pick up Alphonse and Dion on the way home."
Isabeau smiles, placing the pile of books she picked up, off to the side, "Good… since it's your last night at Gramps, I think that calls for your song."
Eugene smiles brightly, sinking in deeper under the covers and waits patiently for Isabeau. Isabeau chuckles and goes over to sit on the side of the bed, clearing her throat.
"At night when the lake is a mirror
And the moon rides the waves to the shore
A single soul sets his voice singing
Content to be slightly forlorn"
Outside the room, Sam and Dean are leaning against the wall, listening in on Isabeau's song. Isabeau rarely sang for them, saying that her singing voice was for her brothers only. It was a shame really, Sam and Dean love listening to her voice.
"A song rises over the lilies
Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
And over the bulrushes swaying
To pluck at a pair of heartstrings"
Isabeau smiles as Eugene's eyes flutter closed. She knew that he wouldn't fully fall asleep until she finishes the song.
"Two voices, now they are singing
Then ten, as the melody soars
Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song
As it carries their reverie on"
Isabeau gets up from the bed slowly, making her way to the light-switch while singing out the final verse of the song.
"Over the treetops and mountains
Over the blackened ravines
Then softly it falls by a house near a stream
And over the garden wall… to thee"
On the last word of the song, Isabeau turns off the light and slips through the door. She closes the door, careful not to make any loud noise, knowing that Eugene was sleeping.
Isabeau sighs, "Come on, bedtime for all of us." She jokes. Sam's lips curls into a smile, draping an arm around her shoulder as Dean holds her hand.
Sam and Dean share a look as they enter their shared bedroom. Not only did they want to settle down with Isabeau, but they were also thinking the same thing. Though it would be far into the future that they would even bring up the subject.
Isabeau would be an amazing mother.
Just something small for you guys before 'Bloodlust' which I hope to get out sometime tomorrow. So for it taking so long to get these out. Kind of in the middle of getting out of a funk and hopefully I'll pick things up and make progress by the end of the week.
Hope you all enjoyed!